Phoenix has been mostly a cheerful and inquisitive presence in the castle, exploring and asking questions of everyone. He's been investigating things too long to be content with only tidbits of information.

But it really strikes him when he notices a little girl in the study hall looking through the books. She wears a tunic like him--though his tunic is embroidered with the Lovers instead of the Sun--and the determined turn to her mouth as she's checking books immediately brings to mind his own daughter, Trucy. How old is this girl? Eleven? Twelve?

"Hey there." Phoenix makes sure to announce his presence at a good distance, leaning against a bookshelf out of arm's reach. He's usually good with kids and he's raising a daughter of his own, and that means he knows well enough to not crowd a strange child who doesn't know him. "Sorry to bother you. I was just wondering if your parents are around."